CH 39 : Abandoned Room (2)

As Alistair stood before her, his hands steady, Emilia reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing his skin. She moved quickly, almost impatiently, peeling the layers away until his vest and shirt slipped to the floor, exposing his chest. The murmurs from outside grew, and Emilia couldn't help but smirk.

Alistair caught her expression and raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her confidence. He leaned closer, his hands moving to the edges of her bodice. "Shall I?" he murmured, his voice low, almost daring.

Emilia held his gaze, her tone just as confident, "Only as much as you need to."

Alistair deftly unfastened the top buttons, just enough to expose her collarbone and a hint of her neckline, keeping her modesty intact but leaving enough to hint at their intimacy. His hands were warm as they cupped her shoulders, drawing her closer. He lowered his head, placing a lingering kiss on her collarbone before letting his lips travel lower, the sensation igniting her skin.

Outside, shadows shifted as the onlookers strained to catch glimpses through the small gaps in the window.

Emilia sighed, leaning into him, her hands sliding over his shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath. "Harder," she whispered, challenging him. Alistair, catching the glint in her eye, pressed his hands to her waist, grounding her.

"You always want more," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he complied, pressing closer and deepening their embrace.

As Alistair's nimble fingers and hot mouth lavished attention on Emilia's sensitive breasts, she couldn't resist stoking his arousal to new heights. Her hand snaked down to rub his rock-hard erection through his pants, feeling him twitch and throb against her palm.

"You're so hard for me already," she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

But simply touching him over his clothes wasn't enough anymore. She needed to feel his bare flesh against her skin. Her greedy hands delved past his waistband, finally making skin-to-skin contact with his pulsing manhood. 

Emilia gave him a few firm strokes, relishing the way he seemed to grow even harder in her grasp. Emilia decided it was time to take control. "You like that, don't you? You want more of my touch," she stated boldly, her tone shifting as she took on the dominant role between them.

She pulled back from him slightly, just enough to create some tantalizing space between their heated bodies. Then with a firm push, she guided him down to his knees in front of her. Emilia stood up from the table, her hands moving to the waistband of her pants.

Holding eye contact with Alistair, she slowly peeled them off, leaving her in just her skimpy black underwear. "I want you to lick it. Now," she commanded, her voice loud and clear so there could be no mistaking her words.

For the first time, Alistair saw that dominant expression on her beautiful face, her eyes blazing with desire and power. But he didn't seem disturbed by her taking control, in fact, a smirk tugged at his full lips. "As you wish, my lady," he replied, his voice rough with desire.

Alistair lifted one of her legs and placed it over his broad shoulder, leaving her standing and balancing on just one leg. To stabilize herself, Emilia had to place both hands on the table behind her where she had been sitting moments ago. Alistair's large hand on her thigh pulled her hips forward so that her most intimate areas were just inches from his face.

His other hand moved her damp underwear aside without taking them off, just enough so that he could see her glistening pink folds and erect clit. Then, his mouth and tongue went to work, harder and more hungrily than before. Emilia cried out and shuddered as he devoured her soaked pussy like a man starved, as if she was his main course, not just an appetizer.

In no time at all, Emilia's head was thrown back, her body undulating as she tried to contain the moans of pleasure building inside her. Alistair knew exactly how to drive her wild. His tongue lapped at her dripping entrance while his thumb circled her swollen clit.

"Yes, just like that!" Emilia couldn't help but moan, one hand tangling in his hair as if begging him for more. "Your tongue feels so good...don't stop!"

Alistair could sense Emilia's climax approaching from the way her thighs trembled and her breathing grew erratic. He lifted her other leg onto his shoulder so that both were now draped over him. Emilia wrapped her legs around his head, trapping him against her honeyed heat as she ground her hips, seeking more and more of his talented tongue.

As her first powerful climax crashed over her, Alistair's hands tightened on her hips, his tongue never stopping its sensual assault. He kept licking and sucking her through the aftershocks, coaxing more nectar from her fluttering pussy as if he was desperate for every last drop. 

"That's it, come for me," he growled against her sensitive flesh. "Drench my face in your juices. I want to taste all of you."

He wasn't satisfied until he had drawn out a second shattering orgasm from her quivering form, leaving her a weak and trembling mess. Their erotic encounter left both of them panting and flushed, their bodies slick with sweat. But the passion between them was far from extinguished - it had only just been ignited.

As if suddenly remembering their very public location, Alistair stood up, his strong arms holding Emilia's waist securely against him. The sudden movement took her by surprise, making her legs cling to his broad shoulders harder. He began walking them towards a more shadowed area of the room, away from the revealing windows and curious eyes.

The contrast was stark, the front of the room was bathed in bright sunlight, but behind a heavy curtain, the back corner was cloaked in darkness. Outsiders would only be able to make out their suggestive silhouettes and hear the erotic symphony of Emilia's uninhibited moans.

Alistair stopped once they reached the furthest wall, Emilia's back coming to rest against the cool, unyielding surface. He was still holding her aloft, her legs hooked over his shoulders and his face buried in her dripping core. In this new position, he resumed feasting on her swollen folds, his tongue delving deep inside her quivering channel to lap at her sweet spot.

The change in angle seemed to heighten Emilia's sensitivity, every time Alistair's tongue thrust into her, he could feel her inner muscles ripple and spasm around him. He alternated between fucking her with his tongue and circling her aching clit, driving her wild with sensation.

Alistair glanced up to take in the erotic sight of Emilia, her eyes squeezed shut and one hand clamped over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her uncontrollable moans and cries. "I can't take it anymore," she panted, her voice rough and breathless.

She was trembling on the brink of another intense orgasm, but she craved the feeling of fullness only his cock could provide. As if reading her mind, Alistair gave her pulsing pussy one last lingering lick before slowly lowering her body to her feet. Emilia swayed unsteadily, her legs weak and wobbly from the multiple climaxes he had already wrung from her.

"Turn around and bend over," Alistair commanded, his voice low and rough with arousal. "Hands on the wall."

Emilia quickly did as he instructed, she placed her palms flat against the wall and bent at the waist, arching her back to present herself fully to him. Even in the dim lighting, he could see her glistening folds peeking out from between her thighs, swollen and flushed with arousal.

Alistair quickly freed his throbbing erection from his pants, giving it a few firm strokes as he admired the erotic sight before him. Then he gripped Emilia's hips and surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in her dripping heat with one powerful thrust. They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, Emilia's slick walls clamping down around Alistair's rigid flesh like a vice.

"You're so tight and wet for me," he grunted, slowly pulling back until just the tip of him was still inside her. "Such a perfect greeting."

He snapped his hips forward again, slamming back into her so hard that Emilia's body rocked forward with the force of it. A keening wail escaped her throat as pure ecstasy flooded her system. Alistair set a punishing pace, pounding into her with deep, hard strokes that had the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing obscenely around them. 

The wet squelching noises coming from where they were joined were just as loud and lewd, a testament to how aroused and needy Emilia was. "Harder!"

She moaned deliriously, thrusting her hips back to meet Alistair's every thrust. "I want to feel you..."

Emilia words spurred him on, Alistair fucking her with an almost brutal intensity. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, his balls drawing up tight against his body. Reaching around Emilia's hip, he found her clit with his fingers, rubbing tight circles over the slippery nub in time with his thrusts.

Emilia came undone with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly as her most powerful climax yet crashed over her. Alistair followed moments later with a guttural roar, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside her spasming channel, setting off a chain reaction of tiny aftershocks that had Emilia whimpering and mewling incoherently.

They collapsed together against the wall, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat as they both struggled to catch their breath. Alistair's cock was still buried deep inside Emilia, twitching and pulsing as it slowly began to soften. He knew he should pull out, but he couldn't bring himself to move just yet.

"I love you," he murmured against her ear, his breath warm and lingering.

She couldn't see his face, but the way he held her, tight and possessive, spoke louder than words.

"Stay where I can always see you," he whispered. "I will protect you."

For a moment, his voice was like honey, sweet enough to make any woman melt. Even Emilia wasn't immune to it. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to be swayed by him.

The door to the room closed slowly, cutting off the last glimpse of what had been happening inside. Selene stood frozen, her face drained of all color. It wasn't just a display of dominance, it was a declaration.

Behind her, the Countess stood poised, watching with an almost amused curiosity. She had expected a reaction, but seeing Selene this shaken made her lips curl slightly. With a voice that carried both sympathy and brutal honesty, she finally spoke, drawing Selene out of her daze.

"Crown Princess seems quite secure in her position, doesn't she, Selene?"

Selene didn't respond. She barely even blinked. Her breathing was shallow, her mind racing to process what she had just witnessed.

The Countess leaned close, lowering her voice so only Selene could hear. "Perhaps you should remember that sometimes loyalty also means knowing when to step back."

A flicker of something passed through Selene's eyes, a mix of frustration and bitter realization. Her hands clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to maintain her composure. The Countess watched with quiet amusement, knowing her words had struck deep.

Selene swallowed hard, but her voice, when she finally spoke, was steady. "Loyalty.." she echoed, lifting her chin slightly, though the tension in her posture betrayed her turmoil. "It's a complicated thing, Countess."

The older woman smiled, her eyes sharp and knowing. "Indeed it is."

Then, with a graceful turn, she walked away, leaving Selene standing there, still caught in the weight of her own thoughts.

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